And though the ensemble wasn’t the height of sexiness, she thought it would do the trick. They don’t sell girl versions of boys’ clothes for nothing. There was a certain sex appeal to someone of the opposite sex wearing your underwear. The t-shirt, a basic v-neck, was thin, and her bra showed through. She was glad she’d worn a matching set. She smiled, remembering her Bridget Jones sexy panty versus granny panty dilemma earlier that evening. “Hi.” Caroline spoke the word in a soft tone as she lounged against the bathroom door frame. They’d agreed that watching the movie in their dinner clothes seemed too formal. Without a change of clothes for Caroline they’d discussed the idea of swinging by her place. She’d ultimately decided, if Malcolm didn’t mind, to simply borrow something of his. Walking back into the adjoining bedroom, Caroline found Malcolm changed into lounging pants and t-shirt. Eying her inappropriately for a first date, Malcolm took in her red toes nails, long lean tan legs, shapely hips, small waist, and small high breasts.
